Shiloh met me at Case's daycare Friday afternoon because she will be picking him up from time to time. We walked into his classroom and the teacher right away said, "He's really messy." Case had his back to me at the time and I remember thinking, "Oh, he's usually pretty dirty from playing outside, I'm sure he's fine." As I walk over to him he turns around in his highchair and all I can see if red jello and chocolate cupcake all over his head, face and his white shirt.
As I go to pick him up, I see jello down his legs and all over his hands so I can't even pick him up without getting it all over myself as well. One of the teachers hands me a wet cloth and I try to wipe him down as best as I can but he's crying by this point b/c I'm scrubbing and he just wants to be held. Then I notice he has stinky pants so I ask the teacher if she can change him while I change his clothes. Again she apologizes and says, "they were all so hungry when they woke up from nap (1.5 hours ago) that I just wanted to get them fed so I haven't changed them yet and didn't have time to put on a bib." I give her a polite smile and think to myself, "It takes 5 seconds to wrap a bib around their neck. Did you not notice the kid is wearing a white shirt?" Needless to say I then march out to the office, with Shiloh in tow, and hold up the shirt and say, "this is not okay with me." The office lady looks quite upset that he wasn't wearing a bib, apologizes and assures me they will buy a new shirt if the stains don't come out. Then she tells me she will head straight back there and make sure they all have bibs on. Kinda too late for that by this point.
Well, after a couple washes over the weekend I did get the stains out and everything is okay, but I'm sure the next time I see this teacher she'll be muttering not so nice things about me under her breath.
You are just like YOUR mother. She would have done the same thing.
ReplyDeleteThat shirt is ridiculous. You were not "that" mom, you had every right to complain.
ReplyDeleteIt kind of reminded me of a time when I was on the "other" side. I remember that we had fingernail painting day & one little boy wanted his fingernails painted. Not wanting to discriminate, I obliged and painted his fingers a nice shade of blue. He loved it. When his mom got there, she said passive-aggressively, "We'll be going home right now and taking all of that off," to her son. I remember thinking that her son was a little fruity and that she'd better get used to it.